How came we to this land, so cursed and scaled by death,
From paradise were we flung,
Out into a world of pain.
But we grew from the spite we were fed,
In the heat of an infinite sea of sand we founded our empire.
And from our sentence of death, did our forces gather in life.
Between rock and stone, heat and light, did we bind ourselves.
For we are not mere mortal beings
We do not bow beneath the eyes of all seeing gods.
We were there in the beginning,
And it will be by our hands that the end will come.
By the fierce shadow of Ignoctis do we rise,
To bring the darkness,
To end this reign of light.
Here in the wastes of Sartoria.
-M. E. InkOwl